Author's Note: Hi! Silver here. This is my first fanfiction. It's about Ethan Nakamura from the Percy Jackson series; it explores what his life was life before he found Camp Half-Blood and joined Kronos.
*Note: Jaina is an OC, to be introduced later.
Prologue
Time seemed to slow for Ethan Nakamura as he tumbled through the fissure in the center of the grand Olympian throne room through the heart of Mount Olympus, and into the open air of Manhattan.
His life seemed to flash before his eyes: both the things he regretted and the things he was grateful to have done. Leaving Jaina behind. Trading the sight in his left eye for the chance to bring recognition to the minor gods and their children. Fleeing Antaeus' underground arena and leaving Percy behind. Joining Kronos.
He was surprised to feel hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He'd never known that he would have died, having been impaled in the stomach by his own sword and condemned by Kronos. He had always dreamed that he would have been the hero of Olympus, the one who deposed the indifferent gods, the gods who let mortals and their own children suffer.
He had always believed that he could have really changed things.
The fact that his hope had proven false, unreal, just a shell made him feel empty. For such a long time, he'd been filled with a soaring, bursting feeling. He'd felt like he could fly at times. Purpose was a wonderful thing.
Purpose had given him hope, his downfall. Purpose gave a person a reason to exist. A reason for him to exist. Yet it had ultimately led to his death.
The tears began to fall, and a dull ache began in his stomach. He figured that it was from the sword.
Impaled by my own sword, he thought. How ironic.
The air was rather cold, he noted. The tips of his fingers were beginning to go numb, and he realized that hope-purpose-was useless. This was the end.
His memories flew backward in fast-forward, and the tears fell more quickly.
All the people he'd ever known flashed behind his eyelids. His mother, Nemesis, goddess of revenge. Kronos, Lord of Time. Jaina-Marie Marque, daughter of Hecate. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Annabeth. Antaeus. Chiron. So many faces, so many names. He knew he did not have time enough left to recall all of them.
He closed his eyes, and the memories stopped at one day steeped in rain and mist and misery. The day it had all started. The day he had run away from home and his alcoholic father.